“A few minutes ago, I had a hard time getting through the lobby because of all the people. After today, that won’t be happening.”

It’s not the will to win that matters-everyone has that. It’s the will to prepare to win that matters.

If it is worth playing, it is worth paying the price to win.

If wanting to win is a fault, as some of my critics seem to insist, then I plead guilty. I like to win. I know no other way. It’s in my blood.

There’s no use fussing on a boy who doesn’t have any ability.

The fun never goes out, but it changes with the years, with winning and losing.

I told them my system was based on the “ant plan,” that I’d gotten the idea watching a colony of ants in Africa during the war. A whole bunch of ants working toward a common goal.

You’re still going to win with preparation and dedication and plain old desire. If you don’t have genuine desire, you won’t be dedicated enough to prepare properly.

In my lifetime, I may have put too much emphasis on winning, because here I am an old man and the only fun I’ve had is winning, and that’s ridiculous.

Mama wanted me to be a preacher. I told her coachin’ and preachin’ were a lot alike.

I’m no miracle man. I guarantee nothing but hard work.

I tell young players who want to be coaches, who think they can put up with all the headaches and heartaches, can you live without it? If you can live without it, don’t get in it.

Never be too proud to get down on your knees and pray.

I’ve made so many mistakes that if I don’t make the same mistakes over, we’re going to come pretty close to winning.

There’s a lot of blood, sweat, and guts between dreams and success.

Recognize winners. They come in all forms.

A champion pays an extra price to be better than anyone else.

I have a hard time watching myself! Usually I do the work, and then I leave it. So I pretend like I’m not on TV every week.

It doesn’t matter where I run to my demons will haunt me wherever I go.

Out of struggle very often comes victory.

Blues had the pulse beat of the people who keep on going.

When we are crushed like grapes, we cannot think of the wine we will become.

Those who say life is knocking them down and giving them a tough time are usually the first to beat themselves up. Be on your own side.

To lend each other a hand when we’re falling, perhaps that’s the only work that matters in the end.

Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.